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Breaking The Norm Ch.1 Workout to Remember


It was a Tuesday morning time and I was back to the day by day bunco game and ado of the everyday grind. Perhaps it sucked that much Sir Thomas More after having just returning from the sunny Caribbean Sea, fresh off of my initiatory cruise. ( suspiration ) I am already missing the fine sand between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 minutes into a 75 minute commute to my outset call of the day. Here I am 23 yr old and had been working as a computer technician for about 2 class out of trade school. I am a cable guy so to speak, although nothing like that looney ass flick. As a side sting I managed personal networks, web page design, and doing mending that kind of hooey. I grew up in the city life so we always have to keep a side fuss. I have to say I am doing pretty well for myself, being that I haven't even eclipsed that black man statistical age of 25.

I am what you call an dynamic person, I love sports… spectating and playing. I have a membership at my topical anesthetic LA Fitness where my visit are almost daily. If I am not hitting the weight, then for surely I'm playing basketball. I am a typical guy, at to the lowest degree that what I like to reckon. Better yet that's what I thought until my life was flipped upside down, but we shall get there. I am about 5'11'’ and a self-colored 200 lbs of chiseled brawn. I always keep a low cut with moving ridge that will get you sea sickish if you gander too long.

As for my love life ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a horse that tends to crease in the Lapp pasture for an protract period of time of prison term. Hey call me a thespian or womanizer if you will, but not a cleaning woman I've been with can say anything bad about me. Being the avid occupant of the gym that I was, let's just say I've had share of women. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and understanding char. All of my friends envied me because the wish they could spill the beans to half as many women as I had. They'd come to me for all kinds of advice, especially Ron ; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in caseful he had to jot down any tips or power point I may give. Wyrd, I know right but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't telephone call myself cocky, just confident.

After what had turned out to be a the right way day of work I was making my way to the gym to scud some hoops. As I entered the facility there was a Edward Young lady following right after me. Being the valet that I am, I was sure to concord the door for her.
"Thank you"she replied.
"Not a trouble anytime"I responded.
As she passed me by I was hit with the unfermented aroma of her perfume, which was enough to lustfully rap Mike Tyson out in his prime. I hadn't paid much attention to her face being that she was behind me but I couldn't help notice this hour chalk shaped woman now strolling in front of me. I so wanted to rush ahead and see if the face of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of woman matched its celestial shape and smell. But I didn't, I kept my cool and did my normal round of drinks at the front counter. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two people at the front counter.
"Hey lady, how are you today ?"
"Heyyyyyyy there mister I'm doing a lot better seeing you now. Where have you been ?"
"Well I was on vacation last workweek passion. My friends and I went on a cruise to the due west Indies."
"Oh and you didn't invite me I'm jealous… just playing."

I'm sure she wasn't though Lisa had been campaigning hard to get my tending ever since she started working here two month ago. For some ground or another though she just always gave the vibration of gaga clingy type… you know.

"Awwww it was a fellas only trip"was my merely rebuttal.
"Oh ok, well maybe next time right ?"
"ummmm errrrrr ahhhhh yeahhhh"I said sarcastically walking away.

After conversing with Lisa I had lost track of the nameless beautiful smelling woman who had passed me upon entry. As I walked towards the storage locker room I silently cursed myself for a missed chance to see her face. After changing into proper attire I casually walked out of the footlocker room and headed toward the courts. On the way I stopped to grab a draft of water from the fountain. As I stood up from my crapulence and turned around I was gripped by the aroma once more. In an heartbeat my judgment was made up that I must see this woman. I had turned into a sleuthhound ; I trailed her perfume across the gym until I found her mounting one of the oviform machines. Man, seeing her in workout attire consisting of recollective tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to guess, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of sheer erotism. Her smooth caramel brownish skin was as silky as I had ever seen on a adult female. What made me block up in my rail though was her Ass. That's mighty it was not a stub, gluteus maximus, nor a derriere. Matter of fact calling it an ass might be an insult, what she had was a Grade A DONK ! ! ! !. She had automobile trunk space like a 1972 Chevy Impala. Oh the fun I could take with her plunder. I had to discontinue and admire how hone an ass she had.

Forgetting my archetype intentions, I mounted the machine following to her, punching in some settings immediately glancing over to only damn near fall off the car. She had a innate mantrap that was unmatched as far as I was concerned. Her hazelnut tree eyes felt as though they looked into my soul and extracted feeling I never knew existed within. Her eyes were perfect in every way down to the slight Asian slant they possessed. Eyebrows manicured immaculately to compliment her nervus facialis features. My trance was broken by her angelic voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

"Ummm yeah just lost my foothold there for a second thanks"if my skin color wasn't so recondite I'm pretty trusted the blushing that was occurring would have been totally obvious."So what's your gens I haven't seen you here before are you new to the gym ?"I figured why not trigger off conversation.

"Well I just recently moved to this area but I've been a LA physical fitness member for a good patch now."

"Oh ok sounds good. wellspring I'm Brandon James, I'm sorry I didn't take hold of your public figure misfire lady."

"Cheyenne Cross."and with that her phone went on. As her exercising began I couldn't prevent my eyes off her. By the clip I decided to call it quits I had a raging hard on that would have been visible from the front doorway of the establishment if it hadn't been for the densification shortstop I was wearing under my gym shorts. It had only been 15 minutes and my day at the gym was done. My headway was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my entire life story. This was so uncharacteristic of me needle to say. On my way home I did zero but think of this capital of Wyoming. Sadly all I had was a public figure and the live on image of her working out ; that made me hungrier than a prisoner on death row for some pussy.

After showering and heating up some leftovers for dinner ( yes I gets down in the kitchen ) I went and sat on the balcony of my condominium contemplating who I should visit to exempt my sexual tautness. After about five or so minutes of sitting I received a claim from Donna.

"hullo there Donna."
"how-do-you-do sexual deep brown how do you do ? Or shall I say how can you do me ?"

Ahhhhh Donna she was about 5'8"or so long coloured pilus about 130lbs cocoa palm John Brown skin that seemed to shimmer. She is what my circle of champion would call"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her deep thirty-something but could easily go on for 28 or 29. She was a hot shot attorney with no kids or spouse just a healthy sexual appetence. She was one of my first node when I branched off on my slope hustle. She refers to me as her vociferation boy, I just considered myself to be her dick on demand. I didn't thinker seeing how my sex drive is through the roof, and on a nighttime like tonight it was raging.

"fountainhead Donna I am more than willing to do you however it is you desire to be done."
"Hmmmm interesting be at my attic in an hour."

Approximately 63 moment later I found myself ringing Donna's doorbell. She answered the doorway looking like a stunt double for Halle Chuck Berry in Catwoman. I was surprised to say the least. That leather almost looked painted on it was so tight against her frame, which was impeccable if I must say so myself. One would never venture she was in her tardily thirties the way her C-cup breast sat up firm upon her chest. Her foresightful legs were tight and firm as if she hadn't stopped running track almost 20 year ago in high schoolhouse. Her lips were full, cushy and as juicy as could be ; they looked even more so this night as they were accented in red lipstick. Let me not blank out my front-runner property upon her, her ass. That too was firm yet soft and pleasantly fatten just as an ass man ( such as myself ) would adore. My gumshoe just about tore through my trousers as I noticed the cat suit of clothes was crotch LE. I damn near dropped the bottle of wine I was carrying as she turned to take me in. That's when it was revealed that the cat suite was also assless.

"Soooooooooo Brandon you're late."

"Yeah I'm"… I was cut off with her finger to my back talk and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very consequence that I noticed an rising slope to her living way. To my surprise a peeler pole had been installed. She pushed me down on to the couch as she grasped the terminal. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in astonishment as she performed a host of different acrobatic tricks to the R & B euphony playing in the back. With all the upshot of the day leading to the pole dancing I was about ready to burst in my pants. I particularly enjoyed this one move where she jumped up on the pole and used her speed body strength to control her origin with her legs wide undetermined exposing her dear pot to my excited eyes. The s time she performed this maneuver I could wait no more. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my font to be used as her landing landing strip. As she made touch with my awaiting lips I was rewarded with a mouth full her hot pussycat juice and an ever so sugariness auditory sensation of her moan. I went to crop whacking and nibbling on her clit making her shriek and trembling in pleasure. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my mouthpiece. Yes I am what you would promise a twat eating connoisseur. I continued to deal clitoral stimulation, perhaps farsighted than I would normally in part to throw up for my tardiness.

"YES YES AHHHHHHHH RI…………… THERE OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHHH SSSSHHHHHIIIIIITTTTT………….. You damn young whipper snapper."

After having her shutter upon my face twice already I figure I would let her compose herself. While having her still straddle my fount I figure would buss her sexual love refuge until she gained enough lastingness to go on. She must have taken a couplet of those 5 60 minutes energy scene because to my surprisal she slid down to my raging hard member and went to township. She began by slowly licking the length of my calamus like a torpedo lolly you get from the ice cream truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the girls in the locality clobber me in such style as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an avid cetacean to say the least but tonight she was exceptional, don't know if it was still the lingering thoughts of capital of Wyoming that made it that much intimately but the muscularity Donna was working with was gon na have me explode in no meter. She slowly throated as a lot of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the head of my dick and began sucking sloppy and energetically. I couldn't help but to envision the stranger whom I had meet earlier today making my toes curl at this very instant. Donna throated me two more times coming back up to my dick principal virtually summoning my cum from the depths of my scrotum. With her diligent efforts and my intellection of capital of Wyoming my fellow member would not deliver to Donna's pharynx as I was cumming what seemed to be an ocean of nut into her mouth.

"Oh my Donna you have blown my hoot windsock completely off."

"Well the way you put it on me boy I had to return the favor. ”